Name: Talia
Age: 3
Gender: Female
Breed: Timber Wolf
Personality: A rather timid wolf, one who can be scared by her own shadow, and does not usually talk.. Someone special or a lot of gentle coaxing will get her to even reveal her name, let alone speak. She is usually interested with the things that others pass by.. A flower, an odd shaped stone.. Anything that mother nature created to soothe her favorite daughter.. She is a rather sullen wolf, not looking others in the eye, and trusting no one right away.. She has heard of love although never experienced it, as her father and mother were not ones who were planning on showering their love upon their precious daughter. A quiet one with much to say, all of her thoughts are voiced within the confines of her mind, yet rarely voiced out loud. She is submissive and slightly afraid of males, unless someone’s proved that they will not hurt her, and that they aren’t trying to get anything from her.. Except friendship, or the timely intelligent snippet of conversation, that she sometimes dares to lend.
Appearance: Her bodice is rather long and slender, smaller then the average wolfess, starting with a tapered muzzle and ending in a plumed tail. Her paws are almost white tinted the rest of her body complying of multiple hues, browns, tawnies, and even some of that rare granite colour that most wolves seem to lack. Black tips her ears and some of her tail, so all in all she is definately a multi hued femme, covered with even the virgin color.. White. Her eyes are of a strange hue of green.. deep in some light, soft in others.. There hues rather listless and sad. An unknown sorrow with held behind their golden doors... That is both intriguing, yet also mundane in the same sentence. Some wolves consider her beautiful and others despise her because of the delicate elegance that she seems to possess, yet never shows. Her walk is usually more downcast, head held rather low, where as her tail is also. Her walk could be considered nothing special, as you can sometimes tell things by the way a wolf walks, although if you got to know the real her, you would learn that it is all a cover up.. A disguise that she uses so she does not get noticed by the others.. Or by anyone for that matter.. For she is considered an insignificant speck of dust that inhabits this earth..
History: Talia was born to the alphas of the pack (As most wolves are) and there was nothing wrong with her. Her eyes were a cold blue green colour, but they would change eventually as most pups eyes did. Her parents were both proud that they had given birth to such a beautiful wolfess and were proud of her and her sisters. She was the only lighter coloured wolfess of the three, the other two being a deep brown colour and ebony. Before their eyes a wolfess was formed, a strong proud pup. A becoming leader for sure. The pride that burned behind their eyes was true and held fast until the day Talia turned two years old.
Talia grew into a still small wolfess, although she was slender in build, her ears rather large still giving her a rather puppish look despite her true age. Her sisters despised her and at every possible moment they tormented her, whether it be for her floppy ears, or smaller frame. They were relentless, and Talia, being the timid and soft spoken wolfess she was, never said anything.. Merely taking it all in stride, and letting the anger slowly build up until finally… All hell broke loose. The three sisters had been exchanging foul words when finally Talia leapt forward and snapped at the others face. The other wailed and let out a growl, lunging forward while the brown fae stepped back, in shock at what she had just seen. The fight went on and on, although the smaller wolfess faired better then the latter of the two.. and finally Talia managed to grasp her in her jaws, the death grip preparing to take hold of her. Her eyes flashed and she murmured softly, “Good Bye dear sister…” Her jaws were slashed side ways, her sisters head lolling as her teeth made their way through her jugular vein. Blood came quickly staining Talia in its crimson hues. She licked her lips and grimaced.. She would never kill again. It was then that she swore that oath, and promised herself that she would never do such a thing again.
The other sister merely stood their, her mouth agape, and her eyes wide in shock… still… She was gone.. A strangled wail escaped her mouth and she turned to Talia her eyes blazing madly. “Mother and father will hear about this Tal… And then you will be the one lying on the ground with your throat ripped out!” An angered snarl followed as she took a step forward. Her voice coming out in a low hiss, “And I swear it to you sister that it will be I, who with great happiness, will clasp my jaws around your neck, and mutter those same words… Let death be thy happiness….” The angry eyes bored into Talia, and a strangled whimper escaped her jaws… What had she done? Throughout all of this they had been alone.. and now she had no one.. No one at all. She would have to run for it, and hope that above all things she did not get caught, and that her parents never found her, or the body that lay before her, pale vermilion now colouring the forest floor. Now her words rang out, still slightly subdued, although an unknown power held within them. “It is now… Dear sister, that I must depart, for my life is not with you…” Withering look was sent on the direction of the corpse, “-Or her.. I am my own wolf, and from this day forward, that is the way it shall be.” A content chuff escaped her lips, and she bowed her head slightly, as her sister turned, knowing that the other would never return… If her life depended on it. That is when Talia turned and began to lope off into the distance, slowly increasing her pace to a full out sprint.. She had to be rid of these lands.. These smells.. Anything that connected her with this… Life. She growled and continued on until she was miles away… Where she would not be found, hopefully.
Her journey took her miles away, the months slowly passing, until finally she found a neighboring pack that was willing to take her in.. If at least for a little while. The pack was discreet and full of deception, but at that point Talia was willing to believe anything that was portrayed before her, her mind was still innocent then, and she was a believer. The alpha male, Rigg, was a cruel, malicious wolf of the deepest ebon hues, who as soon as she walked in, he knew that he wanted her.. More then anything. He was possessive, and the rest of the pack knew this already, and kept well enough away from him when he got into his moods. They began to chat, and this began many late nights, staying up and talking of random things.. Strange things. Talia began to find she quite liked the brute, despite his strange nature. Then one night, another male began to speak with her, and she replied. Rigg became jealous as soon as he saw her lips part, and he rushed over to chase the two apart. His voice hissed at her, and she listened with a wary ear.. “You are mine! You hear me? Mine!” She whimpered and nodded her head slightly… This was not normal… He snarled at her, and began to prod her sides with his snout, causing her to back up, towards the caves and where darkness resided. She whimpered again, and he held up a paw and promptly cuffed her across the face.. This was not the time. She shut up and clamped her mouth shut.. Something was going to happen… Something bad. She was thrown onto the caves floor and left to lie there.. Her eyes wide in the darkness as he neared her, rubbing his head harshly over her sides and down towards her abdomen.. “Stand..” He commanded, and she promptly obeyed, although she firmly placed her tail between her legs, leaving no way for him to enter her. He snarled and snapped at it, causing her to move it to the side.. and the male took his chance. He leapt onto her smaller frame, and began to mount her, his paws held around her waist in a greedy embrace. As each thrust was fulfilled a small grunt was issued, as meanwhile Talias eyes glazed over as she tried to stand, although his weight and the momentum.. The shock, everything was taking it’s toll on her, and she was beginning to fall towards the ground. She felt his saliva fall upon her back and she growled softly, right before she collapsed upon the floor of the caves… Unconscious. The ebonite male didn’t even notice, and continued going, his sides heaving, tongue lolling with the pleasure of it all.
The next morning the femme awoke, her back and sides aching as she stood, looking to the male who was in a deep sleep, the petty exertions had been too much for his large frame. She shook as she walked, the shock still within her, and her eyes were larger then normal.. She had been raped.. The words rang in her head, and she could do nothing to stop them. It was true and she would forever be scarred from the words. She stumbled out of the caves, and managed to walk into the bushes, where she collapsed, and lay there panting for a moment… She would have to move faster then this.. She willed her body to rise again, and padded onward, stumbling over leaves and small rocks. She made it to a river, and she fell at its bank, drinking its liquid contents until she could hold no more. She lay there basking in the sunshine.. And found that she would not live through the night… Not at all.. This was the beginning of her depression, her eyes still glazed, with an unearthly look upon her. Ears were drooping and her body was weak with sleep. The once majestic pup was no more. Her voice is gone, paranoia and strange habits now overtaking her.. Talia’s voice does not ring out, hardly ever…. The angelic vocals that had once been heard all to often now were basically nonexistent.
She now has wandered here… Hoping to find someone to pull her from her strange reverie… The place where nightmares will forever exist despite what others try to tell her. Will she ever manage to utter words again? Only time will tell….